Casablanca

I'm not sure what you want to know except that I like poetry and stories with some panache for days gone by. Maybe if we could begin the 1950's again this time we might get it right. Since that's somewhat unlikely I would like to keep some of the grace, style and beauty of smoke-filled rooms, ladies with sexual perfume, and men with high collars and a pistol in their pockets, alive.
You'll be guessing as to my identity for awhile, because I am the secretive type. Until I tell you more just imagine if you would the style of Humphrey Bogart typing away at his pale green Underwood.
My reviews won't mess you up. If I don't care for what I'm reading I'll flee it as hastily as if it's loaded to the gills with arsenic powder.
If you write the bleeding stuff don't bother sending it my way unless I can apply a tourniquet to the effected body part. Because I hate to sit here and watch people suffer. It just isn't in my brand new deck of cards to see.
As to erotica...let me see what you've got, please. If you don't hear back from me you'll know I'm either overcome or severely scared away. Ask me if you want to know which it turns out to be.

But, life is to enjoy, right? Let's enjoy it then.